The blue is a cloak
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No one saw us, fingers entwined,
as we steer our raft into dreaming.
The blue is a cloak, sheltering us.
We count the stars, bright like our eyes.
This is summer, and summer is drunk
with wanting, agile as a happy fish.
Before us, the whole of the world is
perched on a golden branch, patient.
It is on a timeless quest, cresting
on the waves that sail our fates ashore
a sprawling beach, the pearl-wet
faceted in the dawning sun.
Come autumn, our lids, hazed from sleep,
count idle leaves, red and gold,
falling to home on a banner of winds
to the hearts that have creepered
around our red-brick hearth,
the fires swirling and churning to rest.
When the years turn full and wintry
I nuzzle your grizzled b.reast
and breathe the summer of eternity. -
too bad ...... no 4 seasons in SG ......
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Poem seems to be about a relationship already going on. You've skipped the naiveness of spring in that case.
It's rather idealistic, I thought. But I suppose it's an optimistic, hopeful and romantic picture of what will become of the existing relationship. -
I like this. Will give my comments later.
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Not sure about this one, pee...I think I'm biased cos I've read your other love poems in your blog which are much more impressive, emanates more life and sensuality, than this particular one. Granted, this one is less passionate, but more romantic-idealistic in mood, so there's some difference, nevertheless, there's something about the closing lines that unsettles i.e. " I nuzzle your grizzled b.reasts..." this jars from the sweetness of the description "summer of eternity". Somehow grizzled b.reasts doesnt paint too beautiful a picture, to me personally.
I do like the freshness of the 2nd stanza
Tnx for sharing! -
Love that transcends time?
Nice. Should be this way.